Long Aotian became popular overnight after wearing a sick and weak white moonlight

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The door with mottled red paint was slowly pushed open, and cold air flowed out from the mansion.

The staff carrying the shooting equipment trembled in fright: "Brother Zhou, there is something really wrong with this place! The temperature inside is at least five degrees lower than outside!"

After the words fell, a large number of horrified barrages flew across the screen in the live broadcast room.

"Brother Zhou, brother Zhou, let's go back? This place is so scary, just looking at it makes me scared!"

"Brother Zhou... don't enter No. 37! No. 37 is really haunted!"

"Brother Zhou, come back soon! We don't lack this traffic!"

"Brother Zhou, is there really nothing wrong with this live broadcast? It's so scary..."

……

"It's okay, I have a big black bodyguard."

Facing the live broadcast camera, Zhou Heng smiled, and the warm power was transmitted to everyone watching the live broadcast through the screen.

The staff of the live broadcast team also had high morale again because of this smile: "The low temperature just now should be a draft."

"Let's go."

Zhou Heng took the lead with the three-headed dog.

The staff held the equipment and turned on the strong lights, and followed closely across the threshold.

The yard was quiet, not even the rustling of the wind blowing the leaves.

The ghosts entrenched here respectfully abided by the agreement with Zhou Heng, stood quietly behind the corridor guardrail, said nothing, and quietly looked at Zhou Heng and his filming team, with pale faces and black eyes... Full of curiosity.

What is so unusual about these human beings covered in broken copper and iron that the boss cares so much?

The three leading female ghosts were also confused.

Driven by curiosity, they decided to transform into humans and have a game with the staff of the live broadcast team——

"Wang Wang Wang!"

The three-headed dog suddenly made a sound.

Zhou Heng looked up and saw the flag-headed female ghost who was still dressed in an ancient costume after pretending to be a human: "You are—"

"I'm a staff member of the scenic spot."

The flag-headed female ghost who often hides in dark corners to peek at the human world said: "I will guide you."

While speaking, the female ghost walked under the light, with a pale face, blood-red lips, and an empty figure without a shadow.

Zhou Heng raised his eyebrows, and was about to remind the female ghost——

The live broadcast room has exploded.

"Brother Zhou, don't trust her! She's not a staff member! She's a ghost!"

"This shit is definitely a female ghost! There is no shadow when walking under the lamp!"

"Maybe it's special effects? There's nothing wrong with a materialistic world!"

"There are no ghosts in the materialistic world, but what if ghosts are another form of life!"

"Brother Zhou, go away! This is a female ghost!"

"Dahei! Go, go! It's time to show your true strength!"

……

The fans were really worried about Zhou Heng's safety, sitting on the sofa in the living room watching the live broadcast, they were sweating all over their bodies.

People who hated Zhou Heng saw this scene, but they were all secretly delighted, wishing they could get into the screen and push Zhou Heng into the arms of the female ghost to die!

"This time you are looking for death yourself! No wonder others!"

Even people from the Ghost Association heard the news and entered the live broadcast room, seeing the banner girl who was 100% a ghost, their adrenaline soared with excitement.

"There is such a deadly anchor in the world! Be sure to record it! Before the live broadcast is blocked by the whole network because of bloody violence, Harmony!"

……

Countless people watched the live broadcast with countless thoughts, but Zhou Heng, who was broadcasting live, seemed not to know that the Banner Girl was a female ghost, and smiled and agreed to let the Banner Girl guide him.

The flag-headed girl wanted to have fun, but Zhou Heng turned her back and became amused. She walked ahead tremblingly, leading Zhou Heng and his party through the first house, into the small garden, and stood in front of the ancient well where her lover was killed, with a tone of voice Tranquility: "This is the old well that is said to have drowned the actor. This well has dried up 50 years ago, and no one has dared to go down and clean it up to now."

"Looking really scary!"

A staff member blurted out.

Zhou Heng looked at the banner girl.

The banner girl turned her head and pointed to the dimly lit place ahead: "The stage has been set up, do you want to listen to the opera?"

"it is good."

Zhou Heng got up straight, walked through the moon arch together with the banner girl, and walked towards the brightly lit stage.

At this time, the screen in the live broadcast room was full of panic and screams.

Almost everyone is urging Zhou Heng to leave quickly!

Even the dullest materialists who are most reluctant to believe that there are ghosts in the world feel that the whole live broadcast is unreal.

Whether it's a flag-leading woman who claims to be a staff member who suddenly appears, or a bustling stage that even the management of the scenic spot has never seen!

"There's something wrong with this place! Definitely something wrong!"

"The back garden of Mansion No. 37 has never been open to the public! How could someone sing here at night!"

"Wow! Did you see that! The people watching the theater are all... ahhh! Help!"

"Jesus is above, bless brother Zhou is safe and sound! Believers wish to be a vegetarian and chant Buddha all their lives! Infinite Heaven!"

"The Supreme Lord is here, hurry like a law! Dispel the evil spirits!"

……

The fans were very lively posting barrage, but Zhou Heng, who was broadcasting live, led his team to the stage, sat in the first row of grand master chairs, and staged scenes of joys and sorrows in the stands.

This time, the actor ghost is rehearsing "Legend of the White Snake".

Even though the Jinshan Temple was flooded, the white lady in white couldn't bring back her love. She was suppressed by Fahai in grief and pain. There was no mistake in the whole play, and her performance was perfect like a national Peking Opera master.

pity--

It's all ghosts.

Zhou Heng sat under the stage, appreciating the wonderful performance of the ghost actors and applauding warmly.

The staff members were very nervous at first, but with the passage of time, the fear gradually dissipated, and they devoted themselves to the charm of the drama, watching intently until the end of the performance.

"Thank you! Thank you everyone for coming!"

The actor ghost took the troupe and other little ghosts together to say goodbye.

All the ghosts in the audience threw copper coins as a reward.

clang clang clang!

When the copper plate fell on the stage, it instantly turned into paper money, flying with the wind!

White flowers, like reeds!like snow!

The staff just woke up like a dream, and they were so panicked that even the camera was shaking, and the audience who watched the live broadcast in the living room wrapped in quilts in the middle of the night all raised their voices to their hearts!

"This! This! This! This is definitely a ghost!"

"Brother Zhou! Why are you doing such a dangerous live broadcast! I'm so scared! So scared!"

"Brother Zhou... Please, come back safely..."

"It's too scary! You don't even dare to shoot ghost movies like this!"

"No wonder everyone says that No. 37 is the number one haunted house in Beijing! I'm scared to pee!"

"Who dares to say that these are special effects, I will send him to sleep at No. 37 haunted house at my own expense!"

……

The staff was also terrified, and kept reminding Zhou Heng: "Brother Zhou, it's getting late, we should go back!"

Hearing this, Zhou Heng checked the time on his phone: "It's ten o'clock in the evening, it's really late."

"But the moon is full tonight, shouldn't we watch the moon in Xiulou before leaving?"

The cheongsam female ghost couldn't see the flag-headed female ghost showing off, she walked gracefully to Zhou Heng's side, trying to hold Zhou Heng's arm.

"This beauty, we don't know each other well."

Zhou Heng withdrew his hand calmly.

The female ghost in cheongsam smiled and said, "I'm also a staff member here, and I'm in charge of explaining the antique exhibits in the house. Are you interested in visiting the ancient women's boudoir with me?"

"This one……"

Hu Tiancong saw the female ghost in cheongsam stepping on high heels but walking silently. He was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart. Before Zhou Heng could speak, he refused and said, "Brother Zhou, let's go back early! Dahei's belly is deflated! We have to go back." Eat dog food!"

"Dahei, are you hungry?"

Zhou Heng lowered his head and glanced at the three-headed dog.

The three-headed dog didn't dare to answer Zhou Heng's question, and looked at the female ghost in cheongsam drooling.

The cheongsam female ghost was frightened into a cold sweat, and quickly changed her words: "It's really late, Mr. Zhou, why don't you come back another day?"

"It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day, just today."

Zhou Heng ordered the female ghost in cheongsam to lead the way, and he followed behind with a three-headed dog.

The female ghost in cheongsam turned herself into fun when she saw that the fun was not going to happen, so she had to bite the bullet and lead Zhou Heng and others into the creaking haunted building and introduce them to various old objects in the house.

During the period, some little ghosts with short eyes tried to attack the staff of the live broadcast team, and they were all eaten as snacks by the hungry three-headed dog with green eyes.

The female ghost in cheongsam saw everything, and was glad that they did not agree to the request of the female ghost in pink who visited the door a few days ago.

……

Going online in the ghost building is exactly the time when the ghost spirit is the strongest.

The pink-clothed female ghost in the dark took the opportunity to drive the evil spirit that was sticking to the staff before, trying to drive the live broadcast team members crazy and then kill each other!

Die!

This is the price for offending me!

Ghosts can't kill you, but people can—

The pink-clothed female ghost was elated for a while, her fingers almost cramped, but the live broadcast team was completely motionless.

The female ghost in pink was shocked.

【what happened!I obviously planted evil spirits on them!how come……】

[Because I have eaten them all. 】

After holding it in for a long time, the three-headed dog, who was temporarily out of Zhou Heng's control, leisurely walked up to the pink-clothed ghost, stuck out its blood-red tongue, and licked its white teeth.

[You...you...what do you want to do! 】

The pink-clothed female ghost sensed something was wrong and backed away step by step.

[I want to eat you!I'm starving to death! 】

While speaking, the three-headed dog grinned grinningly, turning into a black mist from the neck down to completely envelop the pink-clothed female ghost!

Chirping!

After a distorted and sickly chewing sound, the black mist that completely melted the pink-clothed female ghost recondensed into a black dog body as strong as a calf.

"belch!"

The three-headed dog burped and ran back to Zhou Heng's side.

【Master, Master, Dahei just solved a problem for you~】

"Dahei is really a sensible dog."

Zhou Heng reached out, touched the head of the three-headed dog, and said to the cheongsam woman, "Today is a good time to appreciate the moon."

"...Yes...it's a good time to appreciate the moon!"

The female ghost in cheongsam, who clearly witnessed the whole process of the ghost in pink being swallowed by the three-headed dog, was so frightened that she couldn't walk. The full moon is so beautiful, and the color is also red."

"Today's light is very special, so there is such a beautiful red moon."

Zhou Heng raised his head and admired the rare ghost moon.

On a night with a bright moon and few stars, a tall and handsome man stood in front of the railing of an antique small building, looking up at the moon.

The breeze is blowing, the ancient trees are whirling, and the elegant profile is looming.

Everything is so peaceful and beautiful, like a picture scroll.

If the moon is not a weird red moon, and there are no suspected ghostly creatures beside the man.

The audience who watched the live broadcast until late at night thought anxiously.

Like the previous live broadcasts, Brother Zhou handed in another full-score answer sheet, but looking at Zhou Heng on the screen, who was as far away as a breeze and a bright moon, they felt inexplicable melancholy and uneasiness in their hearts, as if— —

Brother Zhou will go with the wind in the next second, stepping on the moon and ascending to the sky!

Looking at the red moon again, I suddenly feel that the red moon is like a huge ghost eye hanging in the sky, unfathomable, and the souls of the people watching the live broadcast are--

"That's all for tonight."

Zhou Heng suddenly turned his head, greeted the fans in the live broadcast room, and signaled the staff to turn off the equipment.

As the screen in the live broadcast room turned dark, the uneasiness that Ghost Moon had brought to the audience also disappeared. The people watching the live broadcast with their mobile phones in their hands all heaved a sigh of relief, although they didn't know why they felt relieved.

the other side--

In the haunted house on No. 37, the staff who finished filming began to pack up their equipment and prepare to leave.

Zhou Heng glanced at the female ghost in cheongsam, and smiled slightly: "There is no war outside, and the world has become beautiful. Do you want to go out for a walk?"

【If possible, I...】

The female ghost in cheongsam showed a shameful smile.

Zhou Heng: "Do more meritorious deeds, and the bloody aura will naturally dissipate. You don't need to hide in dark corners when you go out during the day."

[Thank you, Master, for your guidance. 】

The cheongsam female ghost looked at Zhou Heng with half sincerity and half fear.

【Who are you?Why is it not affected by looking directly at Ghost Moon? 】

The ghost moon is not the form of the moon under the refraction of red light. It is the afterimage of a giant creature in another space reflected in this world. Every time it appears, it will cover the moon and disguise itself as the moon.

Even if you just look at Ghost Moon through a photo or screen, the viewer will feel restless, empty and restless as if their soul has been sucked away, and have the urge to go crazy and self-mutilate.

Not to mention the consequences of looking directly at Ghost Moon.

Just like those who stare at the abyss will surely fall into the abyss, those who look directly at the ghost moon will also be taken away by the ghost moon and fall into endless madness until the body and soul are completely destroyed.

Even if the ghost looks directly at Guiyue——

"I'm Zhou Heng."

After speaking, Zhou Heng stretched out his hand to Guiyue.

The ghostly red light shone on the slender and bony palm, not a ray of light passed through the palm, it was completely absorbed by the palm!

The skin of the palm of the hand has a layer of gentle blood.

When the blood color floating on the palm faded, the ghost moon had turned into an ordinary red moon.

The female ghost in cheongsam was surprised to find that Zhou Heng's profile shone like a jade carving under the moonlight!

[You actually...you actually use the power of Guiyue to cultivate...you...you...]

"It's getting late, it's time to go back."

Zhou Heng calmly interrupted the female ghost in cheongsam, led the three-headed dog, and called the staff who had tidied up the live broadcast equipment to go home and rest.

The female ghost in cheongsam was dumbfounded.

When Zhou Heng and his party walked away, she recovered and looked at the other two female ghosts standing behind her.

[This person is too powerful, and the ghost king is not his opponent. 】

……

It was already two o'clock in the morning when I came out of No. 37 haunted house.

Considering the possibility of accidents when driving/taking a taxi late at night, Zhou Heng booked eight rooms in advance in a hotel just one kilometer away from the No. 37 haunted house. The team members can be freely combined, two or three people in one room, and they will fall asleep until dawn .

At half past six in the morning, the rooster crowed.

Zhou Heng, who was in the same room with the three-headed dog, opened his eyes and looked at the three-headed dog who was sleeping like a dead pig: "Did you eat a lot last night?"

【Master, your words...】

"answer my question."

[I am quite full. 】

The three-headed dog pretended to be honest.

"Did you invite Ghost Moon?"

【I?Ghost month? 】

The three-headed dog tries to play dumb.

Zhou Heng got out of bed, poured a cup of tea, and said unhurriedly, "Ghost Moon's name is Ghost Moon, and it has nothing to do with ghosts. If it wasn't summoned by a third-party power, how could it happen to appear in front of me?"

【Master, there are so many delicious food and drinks with you, Dahei, how stupid and stupid I am to summon Ghost Moon to kill the master! 】

The three-headed dog was extremely guilty, and frantically separated the relationship.

Zhou Heng saw it but didn't say anything, sitting in front of the guest room window, watching the city gradually waking up, with a faint smile on his lips.

The three-headed dog was so frightened that its goosebumps fell all over the ground, its limbs lay on the ground, its chin was pressed against the floor, and it didn't dare to move.

……

……

Live broadcasts cannot spread feudal superstitions.

Therefore, after Zhou Heng’s late-night live broadcast at the No. 37 ghost house ended, Mengguo officially released more than a dozen live highlights, but did not release the full version of the live broadcast recording, and banned the full version of the live broadcast recorded by the audience in the name of copyright Screen recording spreads in the market.

Even so, Zhou Heng's late-night live recording of Ghost House No. 37 is still wildly circulated in the niche cultural circles, especially the Association of Psychics, Cthulhu Culture Research Group, and SCP Foundation-related organizations.

Fascinated by supernatural phenomena, they spend a lot of money to get high-definition live recordings, study frame by frame, look for ghosts hidden in the live broadcast, repeatedly appreciate the ghost moon recorded by the camera, and face the fear and horror from the depths of their souls like crazy. Drunk, unable to extricate himself.

In this regard, Zhou Heng only has seven words to comment:

no Zuo no Die.

On the other hand, preparations for the first live broadcast of Qili.com's online treasure appraisal are also in full swing.

In addition to crazily posting promotional materials with Zhou Heng and Zhou Heng’s Jianbao live broadcast, the live broadcast department of Qili.com also hired more than 20 extras to buy more than 1000 high-quality antiques and packaged an entire antique street in the film and television city, vowing Let's make "Where's the Treasure" a treasure appraisal live broadcast that is more popular than Zhou Heng's online treasure appraisal live broadcast!

The weekend is coming soon.

The online Jianbao live broadcast, which has ushered in the fourth period, is full of popularity.

Before the start of the live broadcast, thousands of people lined up to claim their numbers, expecting to enter the live broadcast room. Within 10 minutes of the start of the live broadcast, the number of online users had soared to 5000 million. There is an endless stream of ups and downs.

But the first and second places on the reward list are always "Epic Figure Players" and "Wind Chimes Dominating the World".

These two local tyrants who don't regard money as money use Zhou Heng's live broadcast room reward list as a battlefield, chasing after each other, throwing money like crazy, and the reward amount is soon two digits more than No.3!

No.3, who is also considered a well-known krypton gold cake in the live broadcasting industry, looked at the two gods above his head, feeling ashamed and sighing, "How can you be bright when you are born?"

Such a crazy reward, I'm afraid there is no personal grievance.

Zhou Heng had no interest in the battle of the reward list that took place in the live broadcast room. He identified and commented on the "antiques" connected to the live broadcast room one by one according to the order of drawing numbers, and ended the live broadcast on time.

Hu Tiancong brought mineral water: "Brother Zhou, do you want to eat supper? I heard that the newly opened Shisanxiang crayfish is delicious!"

"Okay, let's go eat together after work is over." Zhou Heng heard Hu Tiancong's overtones and readily agreed.

The staff of the live broadcast team couldn't close their mouths with joy when they heard it.

A group of people came to the newly opened Shisanxiang crayfish store and asked for [-] catties of crayfish.

The boss called the guys to get busy, and he lay down in front of the counter and watched the live broadcast of Qili.com's Jianbao on the TV.

Looking at the Qili.com icon on the top of the live broadcast room, Hu Tiancong suddenly lost his face and got up to ask the boss——

"I want to watch Qili.com's new live broadcast."

Zhou Heng stopped Hu Tiancong.

Hu Tiancong sat down reluctantly, his face extremely ugly.

At this time, Qili.com's Jianbao live broadcast officially started.

The round-faced anchor was wearing a gown, holding a folding fan, and appeared in front of the camera pretendingly: "Hi everyone, I am your old friend Boston Lobster. I graduated from Jalan Dunst College of Business with a major in jewelry appraisal. I have a certain amount of experience in the field. Today I will take you to the Antique Street to find the treasures of the lost folk!"

While talking, the round-faced anchor walked into the brightly lit Antique Street of the Film and Television City with his fan shaking, looked left and right, and was soon attracted by the ornaments on a street stall on the right.

So he folded a fan to cover his face, and whispered to the audience: "Everyone, keep quiet, we are going to get rich~"

This was followed by Yitong's haggling over the script a long time ago.

The extras worked very hard, but unfortunately, the traces of the performance were so strong that the "bargaining" of the round-faced anchor was not over yet, and the screen in the live broadcast room was densely covered by barrages complaining about "too fake".

Hu Tiancong, who was watching the live broadcast, was also stunned, and blurted out: "Are Xu Rui and Zheng Yi suffering from cerebral thrombosis! Do you think that such a live broadcast can compete with Brother Zhou's online live broadcast of Jianbao?"

"I think it's very interesting, very fake and funny."

Zhou Heng watched the hard-working performances of the round-faced anchor and the extras with great interest. On a whim, he logged into the Qili.com account that had been suspended and could not continue the live broadcast, and rewarded the round-faced anchor with 1000 yuan.

Hu Tiancong: "Brother Zhou! Are you crazy! You actually..."

"It's a good performance, give it a go."

"But--"

"Anyway, the money can't be withdrawn."

Zhou Heng looked careless.

Hu Tiancong gritted his teeth angrily when he came back to his senses: "They are deceiving people too much!"

It turned out that on the second day after the original owner’s car accident, Qili.com officials froze the 200 million reward balance that had not been withdrawn from the original owner’s Qili.com account in the name of protecting the account, intending to take the money for themselves after the original owner died.

Later, when Zhou Heng woke up, Qili.com’s high-level executives had a guilty conscience and hurriedly sold him to Mengguo. Rewards to other hosts on the site.

"People are doing what the sky is watching, and they are now gradually paying the price."

As he said, Zhou Heng put on disposable gloves and grabbed a hot crayfish: "If you feel uncomfortable, eat more crayfish. I'll treat you."

"Long live Brother Zhou!"

In the Thirteen Fragrance Crayfish Shop, Zhou Heng's live broadcast team staff turned their anger into appetite. They ate crayfish while watching the clumsy performance of the round-faced anchor.

Qili.com anchor "Boston Lobster" here.

Because it imitated Zhou Heng's live broadcast, the round-faced anchor, like Zhou Heng, stopped from time to time to thank the bosses who tipped more than [-] yuan, and the result was——

"...a tip from boss 'Zhou Heng'?"

The round-faced anchor was stunned.

There was also a moment of silence in the live broadcast room.

After 1 minute, the audience in the live broadcast room came back to their senses and frantically sent "???" barrage.

Some people suspected that Zhou Heng's account had been hacked, some thought it was something else, and some fans of the round-faced anchor believed that it was Zhou Heng himself who tipped the round face, and that the round face was approved by Zhou Heng.

This barrage had only just been sent out, and it was immediately overwhelmed by taunting barrages such as "I'm dreaming", "Wake up", "I'm afraid my brother drank fake wine".

For a while, the live broadcast room was very lively.

Fans of Zhou Heng also received the news that they went online to watch the fun.

In the two-hour live broadcast of the first episode of "Where is the Treasure", there was an hour and a half spent discussing whether the "Zhou Heng" who tipped "Boston Lobster" was Zhou Heng's real self or the internal staff of Qili.com stole Zhou Heng's name. Number!

"Boston Lobster" was so angry that when the two hours were up, the live broadcast immediately ended, and he said to his assistant angrily: "What's going on! Did that bastard Yue Fanping put eye drops on me on purpose! He even colluded with the officials to get Zhou Give me a reward from Heng's account!"

"Brother Shrimp, don't be angry, I think this is purely accidental."

In fact, he suspected that the whole matter was related to Yue Fanping. The assistant squeezed out a smile to comfort the anchor.

"It was purely an accident! It must be someone in the live broadcast department who couldn't see me being in the limelight! Fuck me!"

"But……"

"But what?"

"Could it be possible that the one who tipped you is really Brother Zhou himself? I remember that when Zhou Heng was still at Qili.com, he often cut flesh and blood to support newcomers. Not only did he give rewards to new anchors, he even gave business orders..."

"That's all in the past!"

The round-faced anchor interrupted the assistant with a gloomy expression: "Now, he is our enemy!"

"Brother Shrimp, in fact, I have always felt that Mr. Xu and the others shouldn't have sold Brother Zhou to Mengguo Live. If they hadn't sold Brother Zhou to Mengguo Live, we would have produced the exact same Jianbao Live as Zhou's Jianbao Live. You don’t have to worry about copyright issues for the live broadcast, you can also let Brother Zhou do publicity for us, not to mention the business order..."

The assistant showed a nostalgic expression: "Brother Yue is different from Brother Zhou. If you can't finish the business order in hand, you would rather return it than give it to other anchors. You always instigate fans to warn you about plagiarism, and you don't even think that Brother Yue himself is It's shameless to imitate Brother Zhou and become famous!"

"do not talk!"

The round-faced anchor interrupted the assistant again.

He also knew that Zhou Heng was more generous and talented than Yue Fanping, but he didn't want Zhou Heng to return to Qiliwang even more than Yue Fanping!

because--

Yue Fanping can surpass, but Zhou Heng cannot!

……

……

It is suspected that the staff of Qili.com falsely used Zhou Heng's account to reward "Boston Lobster" and quickly spread in the live broadcast industry.

Many people privately sent Qili.com officials to explain!

Why can official staff move users' money!

Of course, it is impossible for Qili.com to admit it. It immediately issued an announcement stating that the staff of Qili.com have received professional training, and it is absolutely impossible to move Zhou Heng’s money in Qili.com’s account. The picture is the login IP of the rewarder. And the transfer and withdrawal records of Zhou Heng's account.

Qili.com is a website with a strong presence in the live broadcast industry. The website itself has many fans, not to mention many popular anchors.

As soon as the clarification announcement was released, hundreds of thousands of fans flocked to comment on Qili.com, and the popular anchors who signed with Qili.com took turns forwarding it, and became the leader of Qili.com.

Thousands of people privately messaged Aite Zhou Heng, asking Zhou Heng to come out and speak for Qili.com.

Since the live broadcast of the ghost house on the 37th, Zhou Heng has been busy preparing for the rescue center for stray cats and dogs. He didn't see the announcement of Qili.com and the private letter of Aite from Qili.com's spiritual shareholders for the first time, until he lay in bed at night When petting a cat——

Because of the series of private messages from Hu Tiancong, Yuan Qiling, Meng Yuntao and others, I logged into the social account and saw the clarification announcement from Qili.com and the private messages from the spiritual shareholders of Qili.com in the background of 999+.

"It's just a tip, why are you so excited?"

Zhou Heng was speechless, stroking the cat with one hand, and clicking on Liwang's clarification announcement with the other, and was about to forward it——

Snapped!

The mentally handicapped child in his arms suddenly kicked with a cat's claw, knocking Zhou Heng's cell phone off the bed.

"Jealous?"

Zhou Heng looked at the innocent-looking puppet cat fondly.

Feng Lingmao turned his head, refusing to admit that he suddenly stretched out his claws to hit Zhou Heng because he found out that he was actually interested in the half of Zhou Heng's fair skin exposed by the neckline of his pajamas.

Zhou Heng knew that the little mentally handicapped cat was a tsundere cat, so naturally he wouldn't get angry with it. He lowered his head, kissed the furry cat's face, bent down to pick up the phone under the bed, and found that the screen was shattered with spider webs.

"You……"

Zhou Heng sighed and prepared to change his phone tomorrow.

Feng Lingmao looked at the cracked phone screen with a guilty conscience, and turned into Zhou Heng's bed.

Zhou Heng, who originally wanted to say a few words, was fascinated when he saw Feng Lingmao getting into the bed and looking at him with its big blue eyes that were as clear as sea water. Hugging Feng Lingmao was like a kiss, full of heart He happily hugged the puppet cat and fell asleep.

Forwarding or something, we will talk about it tomorrow.

……

at dawn.

Feng Ling opened his eyes, and found that he had transformed back into a human form. He was in a good mood, and was about to get up when he suddenly saw a figure on the bed!

Zhou Heng!

How could Zhou Heng be on my bed!

Wait!

Is this really my bed?

With the help of the hazy sky, Feng Ling looked around the room and was shocked to find that it wasn't Zhou Heng who appeared on his bed, it was him who transformed from a cat back into a human on Zhou Heng's bed!

Hey!

Of course, compared to why he changed from a cat to a human, what needs to be determined more urgently now is——

Feng Ling took a deep breath, lifted the quilt and looked inside.

really!

naked!

This time it was really embarrassing and lost at home!

Feng Ling exploded with anger, and began to think seriously about the feasibility of killing people to silence them.

after all--

"...little mentally retarded? Are you awake?"

Zhou Heng opened his eyes and met Feng Ling, who was obviously human, with a calm expression, without the slightest surprise.

Feng Ling: "..."

Isn't the first reaction of a normal person to see the cat on the pillow turning into a young man not to scream!

Why are you so calm!

Feng Ling couldn't figure it out.

But Zhou Heng didn't say a word.

Feng Ling could only stare at Zhou Heng with big eyes and small eyes, to see who could bear it first.

For a while, the bedroom was eerily quiet.

for a long time--

"Little mentally retarded, is today the first time you have become a human?"

"……What did you say?"

"The tongue is fluent, the words are clear, and the eyes are surprised but not frightened. Sure enough, my mentally retarded little one is not a real cat."

Zhou Heng's expression was so calm that Feng Ling wanted to hit someone.

What's more terrible is that Zhou Heng stretched out his hand and gently stroked Feng Ling's hair, which finally fell on the neck, as if...

Fetch the cat? !

"You think I'm your stupid cat turned into a spirit?"

"Is not it?"

Zhou Heng sat up, tore off the bed sheet from Feng Ling's body, looked at it with great interest, and commented: "As expected of a puppet cat, after becoming a human, it will also have delicate features, Yuxuanang, a strong physique, and thick hair..."

"You really think of me as your cat!"

"Is not it?"

Seeing that Feng Ling's expression was not very good, Zhou Heng realized that the puppet was a long-haired cat, suddenly turned into a hairless two-legged beast and the bed sheet was ripped off. It was inevitable that he would feel cold, so he quickly shook off the bed sheet and wrapped Feng Ling up.

"I was negligent. I forgot that long-haired cats are afraid of the cold."

"Afraid of the cold?! I'm a human! Not a cat! Also, why are you wrapping me up so tightly all of a sudden! You have a problem with my abs and size!"

As a man with strong capital, Feng Ling couldn't bear such humiliation, so he opened the bed sheet while speaking, insisting that Zhou Heng appreciate and comment.

Zhou Heng: "...I think there is a little misunderstanding between us."

"Don't worry about misunderstandings or anything, I'm just concerned about—"

Feng Ling looked at Zhou Heng: "Do you think I meet your criteria for choosing a spouse?"

"My requirement for the other half is 1.9 meters tall, and you are only 1.8 meters eight."

Zhou Heng announced in a calm tone.

Feng Ling: "... When did you measure my height?!"

"Assumption."

"The difference between 1.8 meters and 1.9 meters is only two centimeters. It must be because of your visual error!"

Feng Ling was so angry that he was going crazy.

The man in front of him first denied his human identity, then denied his abs and size, and now even denied his height!

"You wait, I'll place an order to buy a smart measuring instrument to measure my height now! I'm 1.9 meters! Not 1.8 meters eight!"

"You don't have a mobile phone and no money, how can you place an order online to buy a smart measuring instrument?"

Zhou Heng looked dotingly at his little mentally handicapped.

Feng Ling: "...you really think of me as your cat!"

"You were my cat."

"--you!"

Feng Ling took a deep breath and tried to reason with Zhou Heng: "Don't you think it's absurd for a cat to become a human?"

"I've seen even more absurd ones," Zhou Heng said. "Now it's just a cat that was raised by hand and suddenly turned into a human being."

"—That! Don't you see that I look familiar?"

"It does look familiar."

"now it's right!"

Feng Ling was overjoyed, and solemnly announced: "Although I don't know what happened, I can tell you responsibly that I am a human, not a cat! I have a legal identity, and my name is Feng Ling!"

"Feng Ling?"

Zhou Heng was a little surprised: "Little mentally retarded, you like Feng Ling so much. Not only did you make your human form exactly like Feng Ling, but you also hypnotized yourself deep in your heart, making yourself feel that you are Feng Ling instead of a cat?"

"—Zhou Heng!"

Feng Ling exploded: "I am Feng Ling! Every cell in my body is Feng Ling! I am not your cat!"

"Feng Ling?"

"Correct!"

"Then please explain to Mr. Feng, why did you appear on my bed out of thin air? With a collar around your neck? Where did my cat go?"

"Forehead……"

Feng Ling suddenly wilted.

As a man who grew up with common sense, the least common sense thing he has come into contact with is that consciousness will enter Zhou Heng's puppet cat after falling asleep.

"...I want to know why, I have already explained it to you!"

Feng Ling pretended to be angry, but in fact, all he could think about was how to avoid the embarrassment at the moment.

Zhou Heng: "You don't know why?"

"Correct!"

"Then why were you so calm in the first place when you woke up and found us in the same bed?"

"It is a gentleman's demeanor not to be alarmed when in chaos."

Feng Ling played dumb.

Zhou Heng: "Usually, when you wake up and find that there is a stranger on the bed, you must be surprised. What's more, you are not only facing a personal accident on the bed, but you are also unknowingly transmigrating into someone else's bed. .”

"In my capacity, it's not surprising to wake up to find a stranger on the bed!"

In order to muddle through and also for the dignity of a man, Feng Ling talked nonsense, as if he was a prodigal son who sings and sings every night.

"is it?"

Zhou Heng smiled, and looked at Feng Ling with sharp eyes: "I didn't expect Mr. Feng to be an adult physically and mentally, and he would like to do something like a primary school student covering the quilt and chatting."

"What are you talking about!"

Feng Ling was furious, stiffened his neck and said nonsense: "Until now, there is no one who has been fucked by me who will not fall in love with me!"

"Tell me, how many times have you been on?"

Zhou Heng, who could tell at a glance that Feng Ling was still Yuan Yang, played with Feng Ling with great interest.

"none of your business!"

"Fuck?"

Zhou Heng raised his hand, and his slender, skinny fingers shook gracefully.

Feng Ling suddenly felt a sharp pain of suffocation, the cat collar on his neck seemed to become a living thing that could take root and sprout, and countless roots were piercing his skin, piercing into his blood vessels to absorb his——

"You! What are you going to do! Killing is